New years by the scorehave left me in doubtas what more to leave out.I gave up hard spirits,tobacco and speeding,soaped out my mouthand even stopped fibbing.I once gave up slouchingand dating bad men,ran from intoleranceto pose on the fence.I’m not pure lily whitebut surely modest and mild.I’ve come full circlewhich is rather oddso this year I resolveto resume smokes and gin,to step up my pace,and regain ten poundswhile practicing road rageand lewd finger waves.

I wish you a Great 2008!

This is a re-run. When I get these resolutions exactly right, I'll write a new list...

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Yesterday, the four-year-old came to spend the afternoon and we built a slew of new holiday memories.

He arrived in plastic knight wear so we searched the Internet for stories of knights and armor, then stopped by Astronomy to visit a few nebula as he's impressed with the stars.

The Office Max Elfyourself was a project I'd undertaken earlier in the week so he laughed til he had tears running down his cheeks at the sight of his dog dancing in 'wizard' clothes.

He took a couple of pictures with my camera and we put them on Christmas cards for his family members.

Half a dozen snowflakes were scissored from colored paper to hang in his room.

A quesadilla with several bites missing reminded him of Bat Mobile so he needed to see if it would fly. Well. Surprised me!

Curious about the collage of his family members that decorated the 2007 calendar, he thinks he'd like to make one of them next time.

The last stop, as we stood ankle deep in projects, was a trip to PBSKids where he colored online, read stories, guessed how many peanuts it took to equal the height of the elephant and so much more.

The sad part was that he had so many other things he wanted to do and our time was up for now...on the way to the car, he stopped to check the pool and see if the ice on it was slick and how much longer it would be before he could get back to swimming.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Into the mirror of hindsightI squinted toward the pastrapidly edited my erratasqueaky cleaned my lifeto reflect memoir bright...returned to the presentlaughed out loudeven with the handy mirrorI didn’t get it precisely right.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Here's a fun music site - pick a mood, pick a decade and see what it picks for you!3WW Prompt: clumsy, fire, overlooked...where else could I go in seventeen syllables?Digital photo by Sue This silly haiku is Tumblewords' post #250poems and digital photos

Sunday - Watercolor by Sue from GalleryDance ~ Prompt by Sunday ScribblingsCusp of Sunday was previously published in North of Summer available in bookstore and T-Zero MagazineOn the Cusp of Sunday is an older poem but felt appropriate for both the day and prompt.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Various moments surface when prompted but the process of weeding yields several lighter ones while the heavy ones return to the deep.

Many dreams have come and gone because I'm far too flexible and interested in so many things that the average life isn't long enough to encompass them all.

That being said...the moment arrived a decade ago when I formed a new dream because I discovered that most of my dreams had already come to pass (remember, I'm an adjustable dreamer).

I saw a 'green' house designed by Michelle Kaufmann and fell in love. The thought of living in a cozy, light, clean and environmentally friendly abode lit my fire. Now, I dream of living off the grid in a similar house and producing enough electricity to pay my long-time utility company by sending them a monthly bill.

When that moment arrives, I'll begin seeking new dreams.

Fractal created in Fractal ExplorerPrompt: The Moment from Writers Island

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Unfortunately, or fortunately, my age rules out that I shall ever be the best of, or at, anything.

And, my bad, once I determined that fact, it became easier for me to try things I wouldn't have in those earlier years. I found freedom to attempt any activity without a need to gain proficiency beyond my localized interest.

To the best of my ability or to the best of my desire is enough for me to take on now and while I can be a hard taskmaster, sometimes I shrug and move on.

Competitive? No. I hope I haven't missed something...

Winning? Now that's another story. Each week I purchase a PowerBall ticket.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

As a child, I accepted those vows seriously. As a young adult, I learned that promises were offered easily but oftentimes without backbone.

'I never promised you a rose garden' was a song phrase that provided an out for those who deemed it necessary to 'unvow' their promise.

Retrospecting, a hobby that comes easily to me, finds that sometimes I accepted promises that were never uttered - only assumed.

The promise of a spring that follows surely on the heels of a hard, cold winter has so far always manifested but just because it always has is no sign that it always will. The seesaw between cynicism and trust is my inner perpetual motion. And, having said that...

Friday, November 30, 2007

She brays with unfelt laughtercold facets of glass gleamice cubes crash and splinterthe glass he holds is not so brittlehis face pre-marked by patient caringand between them sits the doga small black balance beam

November ends. NaNoWriMo is behind us and I met the challenge for the third year in a row. This is the final NaBloPoMo challenge post.

What will I do now? Maybe I'll spend more time on yoga (lotus as my older daughter defines it). Or compile another ebook and one more book of poetry. Maybe I'll paint for a while. Maybe I'll take a nap.

Looking outside, I know that snow shoveling is in my immediate future.